When The Shadows Remain - A Son/Daughter Clone Wars fanfic.
When The Shadows Remain
Pairings: The Son/ Daughter (clone wars mortis trilogy)
Rating: NC-17 (18 UK), strong sexual language and themes, sibcest if any of the afformentioned offend you, please do not read further.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or any of it’s characters, I just love to dabble in a galaxy far far away, so please don’t sue me!
When the shadows remain in the light of day
On the wings of darkness he’ll retaliate
He’ll be falling from grace
Til the end of his days
*****
She waited in the twilight, surrounded by the ancient ruins of a temple long since toppled, far from any tower, any spire still in use, and further still from the chambers she called her own. The seasons shifted around her, vivaciously lush, green plant life blooming in the wake of her silent steps, only to wither and curl as the night pulled in, dying completely only when the guiding stars began to show themselves above the world’s celestial form.
When the naturally phosphorous foliage began to die and crumble away, taking with it it’s subtle atmospheric blue glow, she was left exuding a light all of her own. Her skin, her lithe form naturally emitting an ethereal light all of it’s own, like a beacon of light side energy in the darkened recesses of the force...which was far closer to the truth than many would understand. All that was light gravitated towards her, and she to it.
But not this night.
She could feel the subtle change in the air, somehow despite the constantly shifting seasons, a nuance she had grown accustomed to over the past two thousand years, this change was all too profound. The air, once cool, temperate and serenely comforting to her, became hot, stifling and oppressive, cloying at her pallid and luminescent skin like a lover, enveloping her elegantly adorned body almost passionately in it’s intensity.
It was this feeling that she knew far better than her conscience was prepared to admit, this was how she knew it was him, because he was as much a part of her as she was him - two halves of the same balance. Yet that balance had begun to shift this way and that, veering dangerously in a direction that had forced her to make a promise to the night, that whatever happened, she would not waver.
“I did not expect you to come.” Her multi-tonal, near melodic, voice spoke softly to the darkness...and the darkness spoke back.
“Why would I not? We have nothing to fear here.”
That voice, as multifaceted as her own, deeper in tone and decidedly strong to the point where she could literally ‘feel’ him speak, the reverberations of which seemed to rattle her to her core - it was a voice she knew well.
“You know that is not true, Brother, if Father ever discoverers-”
The enveloping warmth drew closer, but she kept her emerald gaze forward first and foremost, as the Son stepped out of the shadows cast by the rocky ruins that shielded them from surrounding view. Fluidly he moved, steps less of that so much as a glide, his pinprick points of crimson eyes glowing brighter within the sea of obsidian that surrounded his pupils. His expression was a keen one, calm, controlled for the time being, but even now, Daughter could sense his inner conflict.
There were feelings, she knew, that stirred within the quagmire of a dark-clouded mind he was withholding from her. She knew why...
Because she felt it too.
Son, all smooth, pallid features with their deep red facial markings and dark grace, now propelled under his own momentum, stepped closer still, his angularly emotive face betraying only what she could have mistaken for as concern. Perhaps there was some measure of truth to be had in that inkling, in a twisted sort of way. But there would be no hiding from what he truly sought, it was his nature to vie for what he desired, his wants, his needs.
“He won’t,” He intoned firmly, the vaguest hint of an edge to his words. It pained her to hear him like that, to the degree where she looked away in denial, deep green eyes downcast.
“You don’t know that,” She whispered back softly.
The resonating warmth and gentle pressure of a hand beneath her delicately formed chin, tilted her gaze back upward to meet his, her thoughts becoming lost in those dark eyes, held focus only by the intensity of red at their epicentre.
“Don’t I?” He asked, leaning so close to her now she could feel the warmth of his breath, hot against her own, full lips. His voice, thick with a palpable lust that sent a flutter of raw temptation through her gut, daring her to find out if he was right.
In those passing moments their eyes met, Daughter knew that her moment of selfless hesitation would be her undoing, for her brother was always bound to do as he pleased, and right now, she pleased him greatly.
Son’s lips landed on her’s possessively in an instant, moving softly, insistently against her until he felt her respond, a small whimper of protest emanating from her a heartbeat before he felt her let go of that tenuous restraint of hers bit by bit.
He tasted of the raging inferno that was his overwhelming presence in the force, set alight by the forbidden nature of his desires, his pleasure gathering, it sought to possess her in every way possible, and the piercing hope that she would embrace him back.
Was that it? Was that the attraction for either of them, the forbidden? It ran deeper than that.
When he drew back, his eyes shimmering brightly, like her softly glowing complexion, the triumph in his demeanour was plain to see without words, it blazed in the force, surrounding his presence feeding his desires further.
The Daughter opened her mouth to speak, but Son beat her to it, gesturing to the surrounding brush of the ruins with a casual wave of one dark hand.
“There, do you see?” He chided, his voice soft but deeply alluring as he delighted in the small dusky flush that had risen to her skin, “No harm can come of this, what Father does not know will not hurt him, my sister. His grip on us grows weaker by the day, you have seen it just as I have. He cannot hold sway over us forever.”
Slowly he had begun to circle her, and unnerved by the predatorial nature of his advances, she turned with him, pausing after a moment or two to gather her chaotic thoughts, still watching him intently. His gait was that of one whom looked as though he would pounce at any given moment, strike like the beastly form he could take on likeness of if he so wished. He was all predatorial grace and passionate intensity, for those attributes he embodied to the utmost.
Daughter exhaled raggedly amid a subtle sound of surprise, suddenly aware of his presence halting at her back, his lips brushing the smooth curvature of her earlobe, and when he spoke next...stars, his words were like seduction incarnate, hellfire upon her very soul.
“Why do you resist it so? I can feel your need for this, you cannot hide from it, from me.”
The full weight of his presence encircled her, bearing down to squeeze her resistance with invisible hands. She was strong, every bit as strong as he had once been, but with every scrap of resolve she shed, he grew stronger. The Daughter could feel the emotions welling up inside of her, pouring down upon her strict calm until she realized that they were not her own...and yet, she supposed they must have been. Their lives ran through the other, they would always be connected, it was a bond that would only be broken by death it’s self. It wouldn’t, no - couldn’t come to that!
Whirling on Son, a flurry of luminescent silks and emotive gesticulation, Daughter pushed back with her force presence, “Because it is forbidden, because it is selfish!”
To her utter incredulity, Son stood there, crossing his arms over his chest, arrogantly, then tossed his head back to emit a chuckle that just oozed darkness.
“Forbidden? Wrong? Our Father keeps us here, forbids us to leave or allow us to draw others here and you suggest that this between us is selfish? Has he no one but himself to blame?”
She watched, unable to feel completely apathetic, knowing that broiling emotion inside would betray her sooner or later. Son wasn’t finished yet though.
“Would it be selfish for you to do that which would please me greatly?” He near purred, voice seductive drawl yet again. His emotions always got the better of him, they were essentially what dictated his actions, they made him what he was...anger, hatred, passion, everything.
The Daughter’s eyes narrowed to dark green slits of discontent, he had a way with words but his thoughts and intentions she knew as well as her own.
“It is...” She spoke through hushed lips, a mere whisper on the breeze, soft, not yet defeated and resolute.
His smile was obliquely feral, and he drew himself up to his full height, standing a good hand taller than her to glower down in triumph. “Because you desire this too...” He finished for her, canting his head slightly to one side to get a better look at her opalescent visage, committing this moment to memory, now waiting for the moment, the word that would surely come.
Brows beetled, worry lines creased her forehead, marring it’s smoothness only marginally through the haze of her skin’s natural glow, but this time, her eyes were closed. She knew it, the truth, just as he did.
“Yes.”
Within a nanosecond he closed the distance between them, the press of his muscular body against hers electrifying her senses. To silence all protest, he claimed her lips, crushing his own against them hotly, his tongue seeking egress as it delved between their sumptuously full form. His hand, which thus far had fallen to grasp her upper arms, digits curling around the slender bulk of them for a vice like grip, now released what it’s mate still held, to carefully cup the side of her face in an action that was almost tender in comparison to the grip he still held over her.
Daughter could have pushed him, thrown him away at any time, he knew, but she did not and that was the most telling factor in all of this. That and the burning desire within was what kept him where he was, seeking more as they had so many nights ago...
Feeling the immense shift and flow of emotions within her, he dared to go further. Piece by piece her control was slipping, just as his hand was too - sliding down from it’s facial resting place to trail fiery sensation down the smooth column of her neck, Son could sense her hesitance rising to the fore and so he made his move quick. Hand gliding surreptitiously over her collarbone he allowed it to slip beneath the gape of her form-hugging dress, fingertips dextrously seeking out the subtle rise of her breast still encased by the richly appointed fabric.
Palming the pert globe of shimmering flesh, Son allowed his thumb to subtly dally and brush over her nipple, feeling it harden and pucker to a tight pebble of tension beneath his touch, and forcing Daughter to breathlessly break their kiss, whimpering beneath the effects of his ministrations. Never in all her many years had she felt so alive than when she was with him.
Even now, she could not deny that this bond they shared felt strengthened somehow, forbidden lust or not, they were always one and the same when unified. He would be the death of her, she thought, hastening to respond, her gaze searching his glowing red one for any signs of remorse or regret for his actions, but she found none, nor would he find it any longer in hers. Things had gone too far for that.
Son moved in again, lips merely brushing her’s seductively, leaving the consummation of the act down to her entirely. His deep, resonating words were what sent those delectable shivers down her spine, though, every syllable pregnant with wicked promise,
“Show me you want this, that you crave this just as I do.”
Her skin burned with desire and conflict, glowing far brighter than was usual, serving to light up the spaces surrounding them softly. She wanted to shake her head, to vehemently deny it, but she had yet to shy away from his roving touch, the press of his will against her own was almost as stiflingly consuming as the darkness that appeared to swirl around his aura. That hand he had continued to deliciously torment her with, had now slid up over the fullness of her breast, to slip the fabric of her robe away from her shoulder. Again she whimpered, more so this time, whilst he held her gaze entrancingly, slipping the fabric that still encased her opposite side away from her lithe body too, tugging the garment down. He could have made it vanish with a single thought, just as Daughter could have replaced her clothing if she so wished.
Neither of them did either for marginally different reasons, what would have been the point? The son thought, this made things far more interesting, building it up for the both of them whilst breaking down her strict rigidity on the whole matter. Nobody compared to her, and he had known others, those whim their father had brought to this place in the vain hope of seeking out this ‘chosen one.’ All had perished, but not Daughter...she was no plaything nor was she weak. But she would yield to him...
Son took another step towards her imposingly, forcing Daughter back until she felt the coolness of unforgiving stone pressing against her defined shoulder blades. Her gaze dropped, jade green eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds, barely a heartbeat. The reason she had looked up again was less about the hard grind of his hips against hers, tempting, teasing her into further submission, than it was her need to answer what he had said to her. So when she raised her gaze, it was almost apologetic in nature.
“I want this...” Her voice lilted gently, still somewhat breathless from their prior acts.
The next few moments flew by like a blur, fingers searching, tearing at each other’s clothing with urgency unnatural, ever garment shed another milestone to Son’s success, or rather now it was both of theirs. The fury of his embrace enveloped her, insighting her to press for delicious skin on skin contact, her hands roving his toned body with a tenderness that was most unlike the red- hot streaks of passion his nails raked over her skin. Seeking, leaving fire in their wake. Their lips locked for what felt like an eternity, and when they parted, the forbidden taste of the other still lingering on their lips, the resounding growl from him and gasp from her, was the only question and response they needed.
Now, both fully naked, bathed in the light that the Daughter continued to emit, they both knew where this would go. There had been no turning back long before now.
Diligent in his heathen actions, Son slid his long fingertips down over the soft rise of her mound, parting her soft folds to let the pads of his fingers brush her clit precisely, gently circling the swollen nub with one digit, while the other boldly slipped forth into her wet heat. Daughter could only gasp at first, her body now more alive with raw pleasure than ever, aching for him to take this all the way - but she would not deny him either.
Ever so gently, he teased and probed her molten core in a manner that was all suggestion, fingertips curling in delicious come-hither movements, which had her rocking against his palm. The same palm that now cupped her sweet sex firmly. Demandingly.
Keeping so close to her, she could feel the firmness of his hard length digging into her hip forebodingly, tense as he was ready, his rising need fed her own, it was a concept she would never get used to and it was this feeling that ate away at her subconscious, if she let it.
His kisses had turned to feral nips and soothing licks when the dropped to the sensitive flesh of her neck, nibbling mercilessly then tonguing the pain into submission, making her moan freely - No one would hear them here, she chose her locale well.
Rather than have taken her up against the rock face, he pulled her down to the clearing floor, the foliage there that would have bloomed in her wake now began to wither and die, leaves shrivelling to curled husks that mirrored the seed pods they once nestled side by side with, as his powers grew. He was feeding off of this, she realized, drifting ever closer to the dark and it’s signature attributes. The growing hate for their father, passion, possession, all those things, they all swirled within him, a dark miasma that made him what he was. And she, a being of selflessness and light, was destined to love him for it all the same.
Son wasted no time in pushing apart her legs with one deft nudge of a knee, his impatience seeing him plant a hand on the ground beside her shoulder, leaning over her to claim her lips again when a sensation profoundly washed over him, jerking him from his intended path in the pursuit of this pleasure. Cool, smooth fingertips curled around his hardness, ghosting over the heated, rigid length of his cock, not yet grasping him properly, teasing him to the utmost point of his restraint. His eyes lost some of their focus and the words that were forming on his lips died in a ragged, moaned exhalation. He needed more than that.
Reaching down between them, his free hand laid over the top of hers, mirroring her movements and adding applying that much needed pressure, he let Daughter get a true feel of his want for her, holding her hand clasped around his rigid shaft, which was now throbbing with the need to be inside of her. She gasped in response to his readiness, she could feel the power flowing through him, his being, like the ebb and flow of water. Up and down she dextrously stroked his cock, unable to remain still forever, causing a bead of pearlescenct liquid to form at it’s tip.
While still guiding her hand, he paused on the upstroke, a growl of arousal-driven delight emanating from his throat, he urged her seeking fingertips to harvest the moisture laying upon the sensitive head of his manhood.
Now, drawing her hand away from him, he pulled it up to her soft, full lips, gently coaxing her to do as he said with a simple, firmly spoken word.
“Open.”
He had not said that aloud, she heard it all around her, in and outside of her thoughts, the darkness now swirling around them seemed to begin closing in. She couldn’t see it so much as feel it there, thick, acrid, her brother fed off of it, became it. But too far gone now, she complied, parting her rosy lips between which he offered her, her own fingertip. Without thought or preamble, she deftly licked his essence from the slender digit, tasting him there and being even more overcome by the rising urge of lust, to be taken repeatedly by him until their passions were spent.
Son had leaned over her fully now, the hardness of his throbbing cock pressed tightly flush against her silky, wet slit. When he next spoke, his words fell like flames upon her ears, breath hot against the delicate shall of it’s curvature.
“Can you taste my desire, sister? Can you taste how much I want you?” He breathed, a low, devilish tone to his voice when he chuckled softly, darkly, then tentatively rolled his hips against hers until she began to whimper and moan for more. The gradual build up would be her undoing, and he had waited for he quite long enough.
He took her in that instant, one swift, fluid movement that drove him straight to her molten core. Daughter’s eyes few open wide, her lips parting in a cry she couldn’t remember hearing over the sound of her own hammering heartbeat. Pleasure and pain erupted on her senses immediately as Son ravaged and divided her flesh, burying his thick member to the hilt in her snug, wet heat. He could feel her contract instantly around him, conform to his every contour and not content to simply rest there, he had been working himself up too much for that, he began to move within her. No time did he give to allow her to adjust to the invasiveness of the cock that now filled her. As he had expected though, she felt exquisitely good around him. And with every pump of his hips, every long, slow grind against her, she coated his length with her juices.
Lost in her own pleasurable nexus, the Daughter’s body was alive with euphoria, she could sense every slight movement, the flex of him holding himself back as he thrust deeply into her tightness. Harder and harder he took her, his groans and grunts turned to feral growls of exertion, joining the chorus of moans she now uttered in abandon. Reciprocating his thrusts, meeting his movements with the resounding sound of flesh slapping hard against the other’s, this coupling was rough, almost animalistic in it’s nature - when instinct took over from rationality and limitations, there truly were no limits.
But in her heart Daughter knew that this was his doing, and yet she didn’t want to fight it, she revelled in it...
He worked her this way for as long as he could hold off, wanting her to break first, wanting her pleasure to bring forth his own. She was so unbelievably wet for him, every viscose thrust had him wanting more, took him as deep as he could go. And she responded, wrapping her long, slender legs about his waist tightly, taking for all it was worth and in essence giving him what he needed most, opening herself to his ministrations.
Son groaned deeply, it was all too much to take, just the mere sight of her there, writhing beneath him in ecstasy would have had him find release at present, but that wasn’t all he wanted. He needed her to find that end along with him, to lose himself in her reactions, her feelings to merge with his own.
Plunging his hardness into her furiously, her juices now spattering his groin and the glowing flesh of her sex was slick with her wanting, he took them both higher. The force of his climax was intense alone, but when he felt her join him, pitching firmly into her own release, he fell upon her in ravishment, his spending flooding into her. Biting down, just hard enough to leave a mark, on the shimmering skin between her neck and shoulder, he remembered what that had done to her before, the noises she had made, the way her body responded to his touch, however harsh or gentle.
Daughter’s screams of abject pleasure took flight into the nights air, permeating the darkness as she raised her voice to the skies. The heat that flooded her core violently had her sex spasming tightly around him as she came. So intense did she do so, that she drenched his length in their combined spending, lost to the orgasmic euphoria that washed over them both.
When the onslaught of carnality ceased to a dull, aching ebb, she was trembling gently, a quivering, shattered mess beneath him.
The darkness, that had once swirled in to envelop them, now seemed to have vanished, dissipated at the first signs of nature beginning to reform in the ruins around them. Son, himself, lay still, with his face buried against her shoulder, his body now lay hard against hers, chest heaving in the wake of his heathen actions.
As life began to blossom curiously around them, it was now that Daughter truly understood. Just as her brother was drawn to the dark, like a shadow moth to flame, she would always be there to light the way, to provide the source, the balance they both needed in order to ensure there would be no one without the other. She would pull him back from the brink as he would her. This was their gift and their curse, one only they would ever truly comprehend.
And just as it had been since their conception, they would always be there for the other, whatever form that union took.
Pairings: The Son/ Daughter (clone wars mortis trilogy)
Rating: NC-17 (18 UK), strong sexual language and themes, sibcest if any of the afformentioned offend you, please do not read further.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or any of it’s characters, I just love to dabble in a galaxy far far away, so please don’t sue me!
When the shadows remain in the light of day
On the wings of darkness he’ll retaliate
He’ll be falling from grace
Til the end of his days
*****
She waited in the twilight, surrounded by the ancient ruins of a temple long since toppled, far from any tower, any spire still in use, and further still from the chambers she called her own. The seasons shifted around her, vivaciously lush, green plant life blooming in the wake of her silent steps, only to wither and curl as the night pulled in, dying completely only when the guiding stars began to show themselves above the world’s celestial form.
When the naturally phosphorous foliage began to die and crumble away, taking with it it’s subtle atmospheric blue glow, she was left exuding a light all of her own. Her skin, her lithe form naturally emitting an ethereal light all of it’s own, like a beacon of light side energy in the darkened recesses of the force...which was far closer to the truth than many would understand. All that was light gravitated towards her, and she to it.
But not this night.
She could feel the subtle change in the air, somehow despite the constantly shifting seasons, a nuance she had grown accustomed to over the past two thousand years, this change was all too profound. The air, once cool, temperate and serenely comforting to her, became hot, stifling and oppressive, cloying at her pallid and luminescent skin like a lover, enveloping her elegantly adorned body almost passionately in it’s intensity.
It was this feeling that she knew far better than her conscience was prepared to admit, this was how she knew it was him, because he was as much a part of her as she was him - two halves of the same balance. Yet that balance had begun to shift this way and that, veering dangerously in a direction that had forced her to make a promise to the night, that whatever happened, she would not waver.
“I did not expect you to come.” Her multi-tonal, near melodic, voice spoke softly to the darkness...and the darkness spoke back.
“Why would I not? We have nothing to fear here.”
That voice, as multifaceted as her own, deeper in tone and decidedly strong to the point where she could literally ‘feel’ him speak, the reverberations of which seemed to rattle her to her core - it was a voice she knew well.
“You know that is not true, Brother, if Father ever discoverers-”
The enveloping warmth drew closer, but she kept her emerald gaze forward first and foremost, as the Son stepped out of the shadows cast by the rocky ruins that shielded them from surrounding view. Fluidly he moved, steps less of that so much as a glide, his pinprick points of crimson eyes glowing brighter within the sea of obsidian that surrounded his pupils. His expression was a keen one, calm, controlled for the time being, but even now, Daughter could sense his inner conflict.
There were feelings, she knew, that stirred within the quagmire of a dark-clouded mind he was withholding from her. She knew why...
Because she felt it too.
Son, all smooth, pallid features with their deep red facial markings and dark grace, now propelled under his own momentum, stepped closer still, his angularly emotive face betraying only what she could have mistaken for as concern. Perhaps there was some measure of truth to be had in that inkling, in a twisted sort of way. But there would be no hiding from what he truly sought, it was his nature to vie for what he desired, his wants, his needs.
“He won’t,” He intoned firmly, the vaguest hint of an edge to his words. It pained her to hear him like that, to the degree where she looked away in denial, deep green eyes downcast.
“You don’t know that,” She whispered back softly.
The resonating warmth and gentle pressure of a hand beneath her delicately formed chin, tilted her gaze back upward to meet his, her thoughts becoming lost in those dark eyes, held focus only by the intensity of red at their epicentre.
“Don’t I?” He asked, leaning so close to her now she could feel the warmth of his breath, hot against her own, full lips. His voice, thick with a palpable lust that sent a flutter of raw temptation through her gut, daring her to find out if he was right.
In those passing moments their eyes met, Daughter knew that her moment of selfless hesitation would be her undoing, for her brother was always bound to do as he pleased, and right now, she pleased him greatly.
Son’s lips landed on her’s possessively in an instant, moving softly, insistently against her until he felt her respond, a small whimper of protest emanating from her a heartbeat before he felt her let go of that tenuous restraint of hers bit by bit.
He tasted of the raging inferno that was his overwhelming presence in the force, set alight by the forbidden nature of his desires, his pleasure gathering, it sought to possess her in every way possible, and the piercing hope that she would embrace him back.
Was that it? Was that the attraction for either of them, the forbidden? It ran deeper than that.
When he drew back, his eyes shimmering brightly, like her softly glowing complexion, the triumph in his demeanour was plain to see without words, it blazed in the force, surrounding his presence feeding his desires further.
The Daughter opened her mouth to speak, but Son beat her to it, gesturing to the surrounding brush of the ruins with a casual wave of one dark hand.
“There, do you see?” He chided, his voice soft but deeply alluring as he delighted in the small dusky flush that had risen to her skin, “No harm can come of this, what Father does not know will not hurt him, my sister. His grip on us grows weaker by the day, you have seen it just as I have. He cannot hold sway over us forever.”
Slowly he had begun to circle her, and unnerved by the predatorial nature of his advances, she turned with him, pausing after a moment or two to gather her chaotic thoughts, still watching him intently. His gait was that of one whom looked as though he would pounce at any given moment, strike like the beastly form he could take on likeness of if he so wished. He was all predatorial grace and passionate intensity, for those attributes he embodied to the utmost.
Daughter exhaled raggedly amid a subtle sound of surprise, suddenly aware of his presence halting at her back, his lips brushing the smooth curvature of her earlobe, and when he spoke next...stars, his words were like seduction incarnate, hellfire upon her very soul.
“Why do you resist it so? I can feel your need for this, you cannot hide from it, from me.”
The full weight of his presence encircled her, bearing down to squeeze her resistance with invisible hands. She was strong, every bit as strong as he had once been, but with every scrap of resolve she shed, he grew stronger. The Daughter could feel the emotions welling up inside of her, pouring down upon her strict calm until she realized that they were not her own...and yet, she supposed they must have been. Their lives ran through the other, they would always be connected, it was a bond that would only be broken by death it’s self. It wouldn’t, no - couldn’t come to that!
Whirling on Son, a flurry of luminescent silks and emotive gesticulation, Daughter pushed back with her force presence, “Because it is forbidden, because it is selfish!”
To her utter incredulity, Son stood there, crossing his arms over his chest, arrogantly, then tossed his head back to emit a chuckle that just oozed darkness.
“Forbidden? Wrong? Our Father keeps us here, forbids us to leave or allow us to draw others here and you suggest that this between us is selfish? Has he no one but himself to blame?”
She watched, unable to feel completely apathetic, knowing that broiling emotion inside would betray her sooner or later. Son wasn’t finished yet though.
“Would it be selfish for you to do that which would please me greatly?” He near purred, voice seductive drawl yet again. His emotions always got the better of him, they were essentially what dictated his actions, they made him what he was...anger, hatred, passion, everything.
The Daughter’s eyes narrowed to dark green slits of discontent, he had a way with words but his thoughts and intentions she knew as well as her own.
“It is...” She spoke through hushed lips, a mere whisper on the breeze, soft, not yet defeated and resolute.
His smile was obliquely feral, and he drew himself up to his full height, standing a good hand taller than her to glower down in triumph. “Because you desire this too...” He finished for her, canting his head slightly to one side to get a better look at her opalescent visage, committing this moment to memory, now waiting for the moment, the word that would surely come.
Brows beetled, worry lines creased her forehead, marring it’s smoothness only marginally through the haze of her skin’s natural glow, but this time, her eyes were closed. She knew it, the truth, just as he did.
“Yes.”
Within a nanosecond he closed the distance between them, the press of his muscular body against hers electrifying her senses. To silence all protest, he claimed her lips, crushing his own against them hotly, his tongue seeking egress as it delved between their sumptuously full form. His hand, which thus far had fallen to grasp her upper arms, digits curling around the slender bulk of them for a vice like grip, now released what it’s mate still held, to carefully cup the side of her face in an action that was almost tender in comparison to the grip he still held over her.
Daughter could have pushed him, thrown him away at any time, he knew, but she did not and that was the most telling factor in all of this. That and the burning desire within was what kept him where he was, seeking more as they had so many nights ago...
Feeling the immense shift and flow of emotions within her, he dared to go further. Piece by piece her control was slipping, just as his hand was too - sliding down from it’s facial resting place to trail fiery sensation down the smooth column of her neck, Son could sense her hesitance rising to the fore and so he made his move quick. Hand gliding surreptitiously over her collarbone he allowed it to slip beneath the gape of her form-hugging dress, fingertips dextrously seeking out the subtle rise of her breast still encased by the richly appointed fabric.
Palming the pert globe of shimmering flesh, Son allowed his thumb to subtly dally and brush over her nipple, feeling it harden and pucker to a tight pebble of tension beneath his touch, and forcing Daughter to breathlessly break their kiss, whimpering beneath the effects of his ministrations. Never in all her many years had she felt so alive than when she was with him.
Even now, she could not deny that this bond they shared felt strengthened somehow, forbidden lust or not, they were always one and the same when unified. He would be the death of her, she thought, hastening to respond, her gaze searching his glowing red one for any signs of remorse or regret for his actions, but she found none, nor would he find it any longer in hers. Things had gone too far for that.
Son moved in again, lips merely brushing her’s seductively, leaving the consummation of the act down to her entirely. His deep, resonating words were what sent those delectable shivers down her spine, though, every syllable pregnant with wicked promise,
“Show me you want this, that you crave this just as I do.”
Her skin burned with desire and conflict, glowing far brighter than was usual, serving to light up the spaces surrounding them softly. She wanted to shake her head, to vehemently deny it, but she had yet to shy away from his roving touch, the press of his will against her own was almost as stiflingly consuming as the darkness that appeared to swirl around his aura. That hand he had continued to deliciously torment her with, had now slid up over the fullness of her breast, to slip the fabric of her robe away from her shoulder. Again she whimpered, more so this time, whilst he held her gaze entrancingly, slipping the fabric that still encased her opposite side away from her lithe body too, tugging the garment down. He could have made it vanish with a single thought, just as Daughter could have replaced her clothing if she so wished.
Neither of them did either for marginally different reasons, what would have been the point? The son thought, this made things far more interesting, building it up for the both of them whilst breaking down her strict rigidity on the whole matter. Nobody compared to her, and he had known others, those whim their father had brought to this place in the vain hope of seeking out this ‘chosen one.’ All had perished, but not Daughter...she was no plaything nor was she weak. But she would yield to him...
Son took another step towards her imposingly, forcing Daughter back until she felt the coolness of unforgiving stone pressing against her defined shoulder blades. Her gaze dropped, jade green eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds, barely a heartbeat. The reason she had looked up again was less about the hard grind of his hips against hers, tempting, teasing her into further submission, than it was her need to answer what he had said to her. So when she raised her gaze, it was almost apologetic in nature.
“I want this...” Her voice lilted gently, still somewhat breathless from their prior acts.
The next few moments flew by like a blur, fingers searching, tearing at each other’s clothing with urgency unnatural, ever garment shed another milestone to Son’s success, or rather now it was both of theirs. The fury of his embrace enveloped her, insighting her to press for delicious skin on skin contact, her hands roving his toned body with a tenderness that was most unlike the red- hot streaks of passion his nails raked over her skin. Seeking, leaving fire in their wake. Their lips locked for what felt like an eternity, and when they parted, the forbidden taste of the other still lingering on their lips, the resounding growl from him and gasp from her, was the only question and response they needed.
Now, both fully naked, bathed in the light that the Daughter continued to emit, they both knew where this would go. There had been no turning back long before now.
Diligent in his heathen actions, Son slid his long fingertips down over the soft rise of her mound, parting her soft folds to let the pads of his fingers brush her clit precisely, gently circling the swollen nub with one digit, while the other boldly slipped forth into her wet heat. Daughter could only gasp at first, her body now more alive with raw pleasure than ever, aching for him to take this all the way - but she would not deny him either.
Ever so gently, he teased and probed her molten core in a manner that was all suggestion, fingertips curling in delicious come-hither movements, which had her rocking against his palm. The same palm that now cupped her sweet sex firmly. Demandingly.
Keeping so close to her, she could feel the firmness of his hard length digging into her hip forebodingly, tense as he was ready, his rising need fed her own, it was a concept she would never get used to and it was this feeling that ate away at her subconscious, if she let it.
His kisses had turned to feral nips and soothing licks when the dropped to the sensitive flesh of her neck, nibbling mercilessly then tonguing the pain into submission, making her moan freely - No one would hear them here, she chose her locale well.
Rather than have taken her up against the rock face, he pulled her down to the clearing floor, the foliage there that would have bloomed in her wake now began to wither and die, leaves shrivelling to curled husks that mirrored the seed pods they once nestled side by side with, as his powers grew. He was feeding off of this, she realized, drifting ever closer to the dark and it’s signature attributes. The growing hate for their father, passion, possession, all those things, they all swirled within him, a dark miasma that made him what he was. And she, a being of selflessness and light, was destined to love him for it all the same.
Son wasted no time in pushing apart her legs with one deft nudge of a knee, his impatience seeing him plant a hand on the ground beside her shoulder, leaning over her to claim her lips again when a sensation profoundly washed over him, jerking him from his intended path in the pursuit of this pleasure. Cool, smooth fingertips curled around his hardness, ghosting over the heated, rigid length of his cock, not yet grasping him properly, teasing him to the utmost point of his restraint. His eyes lost some of their focus and the words that were forming on his lips died in a ragged, moaned exhalation. He needed more than that.
Reaching down between them, his free hand laid over the top of hers, mirroring her movements and adding applying that much needed pressure, he let Daughter get a true feel of his want for her, holding her hand clasped around his rigid shaft, which was now throbbing with the need to be inside of her. She gasped in response to his readiness, she could feel the power flowing through him, his being, like the ebb and flow of water. Up and down she dextrously stroked his cock, unable to remain still forever, causing a bead of pearlescenct liquid to form at it’s tip.
While still guiding her hand, he paused on the upstroke, a growl of arousal-driven delight emanating from his throat, he urged her seeking fingertips to harvest the moisture laying upon the sensitive head of his manhood.
Now, drawing her hand away from him, he pulled it up to her soft, full lips, gently coaxing her to do as he said with a simple, firmly spoken word.
“Open.”
He had not said that aloud, she heard it all around her, in and outside of her thoughts, the darkness now swirling around them seemed to begin closing in. She couldn’t see it so much as feel it there, thick, acrid, her brother fed off of it, became it. But too far gone now, she complied, parting her rosy lips between which he offered her, her own fingertip. Without thought or preamble, she deftly licked his essence from the slender digit, tasting him there and being even more overcome by the rising urge of lust, to be taken repeatedly by him until their passions were spent.
Son had leaned over her fully now, the hardness of his throbbing cock pressed tightly flush against her silky, wet slit. When he next spoke, his words fell like flames upon her ears, breath hot against the delicate shall of it’s curvature.
“Can you taste my desire, sister? Can you taste how much I want you?” He breathed, a low, devilish tone to his voice when he chuckled softly, darkly, then tentatively rolled his hips against hers until she began to whimper and moan for more. The gradual build up would be her undoing, and he had waited for he quite long enough.
He took her in that instant, one swift, fluid movement that drove him straight to her molten core. Daughter’s eyes few open wide, her lips parting in a cry she couldn’t remember hearing over the sound of her own hammering heartbeat. Pleasure and pain erupted on her senses immediately as Son ravaged and divided her flesh, burying his thick member to the hilt in her snug, wet heat. He could feel her contract instantly around him, conform to his every contour and not content to simply rest there, he had been working himself up too much for that, he began to move within her. No time did he give to allow her to adjust to the invasiveness of the cock that now filled her. As he had expected though, she felt exquisitely good around him. And with every pump of his hips, every long, slow grind against her, she coated his length with her juices.
Lost in her own pleasurable nexus, the Daughter’s body was alive with euphoria, she could sense every slight movement, the flex of him holding himself back as he thrust deeply into her tightness. Harder and harder he took her, his groans and grunts turned to feral growls of exertion, joining the chorus of moans she now uttered in abandon. Reciprocating his thrusts, meeting his movements with the resounding sound of flesh slapping hard against the other’s, this coupling was rough, almost animalistic in it’s nature - when instinct took over from rationality and limitations, there truly were no limits.
But in her heart Daughter knew that this was his doing, and yet she didn’t want to fight it, she revelled in it...
He worked her this way for as long as he could hold off, wanting her to break first, wanting her pleasure to bring forth his own. She was so unbelievably wet for him, every viscose thrust had him wanting more, took him as deep as he could go. And she responded, wrapping her long, slender legs about his waist tightly, taking for all it was worth and in essence giving him what he needed most, opening herself to his ministrations.
Son groaned deeply, it was all too much to take, just the mere sight of her there, writhing beneath him in ecstasy would have had him find release at present, but that wasn’t all he wanted. He needed her to find that end along with him, to lose himself in her reactions, her feelings to merge with his own.
Plunging his hardness into her furiously, her juices now spattering his groin and the glowing flesh of her sex was slick with her wanting, he took them both higher. The force of his climax was intense alone, but when he felt her join him, pitching firmly into her own release, he fell upon her in ravishment, his spending flooding into her. Biting down, just hard enough to leave a mark, on the shimmering skin between her neck and shoulder, he remembered what that had done to her before, the noises she had made, the way her body responded to his touch, however harsh or gentle.
Daughter’s screams of abject pleasure took flight into the nights air, permeating the darkness as she raised her voice to the skies. The heat that flooded her core violently had her sex spasming tightly around him as she came. So intense did she do so, that she drenched his length in their combined spending, lost to the orgasmic euphoria that washed over them both.
When the onslaught of carnality ceased to a dull, aching ebb, she was trembling gently, a quivering, shattered mess beneath him.
The darkness, that had once swirled in to envelop them, now seemed to have vanished, dissipated at the first signs of nature beginning to reform in the ruins around them. Son, himself, lay still, with his face buried against her shoulder, his body now lay hard against hers, chest heaving in the wake of his heathen actions.
As life began to blossom curiously around them, it was now that Daughter truly understood. Just as her brother was drawn to the dark, like a shadow moth to flame, she would always be there to light the way, to provide the source, the balance they both needed in order to ensure there would be no one without the other. She would pull him back from the brink as he would her. This was their gift and their curse, one only they would ever truly comprehend.
And just as it had been since their conception, they would always be there for the other, whatever form that union took.